"He is a failure as a shinobi! First a lover, and now a failure on such a simple mission? He'd be better off working at the strip club then be amongst the likes of us ninja!" "How dare you talk you about your own flesh and blood as carelessly as that, Jinhue! Simple doesn't even begin to describe the mission he took and so what if he has a lover? I had one when I was his age!" "And look where it got you." "Mind your tongue!" The night. The oh so beautiful night. All of the trillions of stars up in space. Why couldn't he be free like them? Why couldn't he be away from this place of loudness. This place of yelling. Of anger. Of hate. Why was he confided in his own room while his uncle and mother yelled at each other while his dimwit cousin was no where to be found? Why was he so...looked down upon. He was sixteen for Buddha's sake. Yet, they continued to speak of and guide him as if he were nothing but a mere four year old who never even heard of the term 'chakra'. Angered, tired, and wanting out. Zaiaku viciously punched the wall, leaving a hole in the place where it was struck. To top it all off, his precious Aiden was not with him tonight, having left to do something. Just what, he could not remember or care at the moment, for rage was still busy. It faded away, however, as he heard a tap at his window. He quickly went to it and opened up, finding Gigi, his cousin, gesturing him to come with her. "Where the hell you been!?" He lip synced at her. Gigi only gestured further and began walking.

With a roll of his eyes, he made his way out the window and quietly closed it, following her down the sidewalk. He looked at, seeing that she looked the same as ever. Black claws,two horn-like fleshy growths on her forehead, dull red and yellow eyes, pinkish red skin, purple hair, brown winter coat, and zebra striped pants. Only reaching six feet and seven inches, she barely reached Zaiaku's shoulder. And it seemed she wasn't high, for once, and had a straight face. "What is it?" Asked the younger Jiendo, but recieved no response. "Well?" He asked again, making a face when Gigi pointed forward. There was their cousin, Genkakuna Jr., waiting by a light post. Zaiaku blinked, not expecting to see him. In silence, they came to him, to which Genkakuna waved. "What do you two want?" Zaiaku asked. "I heard Auntie and Uncle were arguing again, and you were alone in the house with them, so we decided to go and pick you up, spend some time in the night city." Said Genkakuna. Zaiaku looked at his cousin, observing him. Being eight feet and eleven inches, Genkakuna was two inches taller than Zaiaku and, not being a Jiendo, was much more human looking. Quite fat, many sometimes mistaken him for a woman due to his hair, but his voice and face soon correct them. Despite his weight, he had noticbly muscle. "What do you say?" The older boy asked in a calm voice, crossing his arms. Zaiaku looked at both of them before sighing and rubbing his bald head. "Fine, sure, whatever." He said. Both of them smiled, the trio now walking into the city.

There were stools, stalls, restarunts, and flashing lights everywhere! Even in the usually bleak places of Sunagakure No Sato, there seems to be newfound life there. Zaiaku blinked at the lights, his poor eyes trying to become used to them. Genkakuna and Gigi laughed. Zaiaku growled at them in response, but said nothing else, not wanting to excite a argument between them. Though they laughed and had fun amongst themselves, Zaiaku, no matter what they did, could not shake the feeling of shame from him. Jinhue, while nothing but a old fart in need of being put in his place, has practically lost all hope in him while Yorokubi, his sweet and priceless mother, was busy defending him from his uncle. And what was he doing? Dicking around with his cousins, thats what. Zaiaku....had enough. "Hey....I..gotta go do something. I'll meet you back home." He said, quickly leaveing before either of his beloved cousins could question him. Zaiaku soon picked up his step and began running, quickly jumping on top of stalls before reaching rooftops. For hours upon hours, he traveled amongst the village. It wasn't until he arrived at the mission giving office that he stopped for air. He panted harshly, his legs feeling like jelly, yet, he went on and walked inside, amazed to see that it was still open. "Give...me....a mission..." He panted, his hand on his chest to help soothe his breathing. The female shinobi merely raised a eyebrow, but said nothing and handed him a mission.

Zaiaku slowly exited the building, his breathing slowly returning to normal. He opened the scroll and read. "One of Sunagkure's most notorious prisoners, the Sand Slaughterer, has escaped from his cell and is has taken over an entire half of the Prison. Both prisoners and guards are scared to death, and the warden has called on shinobi for assistance. Kill the Sand Slaughterer and bring his head to the warden."Zaiaku read, slowly remembering a conversation between Jinhue and Yorokubi about this 'Sand Slaughterer'. If he was correct, he was a complete psycho cannibal who ate the people he murdered and called the world crazy. "Perfect." He thought. This would help restore faith within his grumpy ass uncle so the yelling could stop. He quietly headed back to his house and opened his window. "Yea, well, if he was raised by a man, he wouldn't be such a soft hearted fool.!" "Oh as if a sixty five year old brute could teach my little boy something!"...And they were still going at it. Perfect, just what Zaiaku wanted to hear. Quickly yet, quietly, he opened his drawers and closet, taking out his ninja gear. Helmet, vest, kunai, senbon, sandels, and headband. Slowly, he removed his shirt and placed his vest on first, fitting it snuggly around his frame before his helmet soon joined with his head. He grabbed his weapons and placed them in their designated pockets on the Chunin vest before slipping his sandels on his large feet. Finally, he grabbed his Sunagakure No Sato headband and tied it around his right arm. Zaiaku was set and ready to go.

Zaiaku, for the third time tonight, quietly climbed out of his windowseel and quickly ran. Ran to the prison located on the far side of Sunagakure No Sato. As he ran, he noticed there were fewer and fewer lights. The area becoming darker and darker. Zaiaku would've been terrified if he was a fetus, looking through his mother's bellybutton. For a few more minutes, there was no light except for the moon and the stars. Soon, however, he could see spot lights slowly moving about the night sky, and then could see the massive monument that had them. Bingo. Zaiaku was finally at the Sunagakure No Sato maximum prison. Slowly, he came to a stop, panting as two guards came to him. "Halt. No cili-" One of them began, but Zaiaku merely held out the mission scroll as he wheezed. Both of them examined it and simply nodded, opening the gates for him. With a small thank you, Zaiaku walked in. He was currently in the courtyard. The main walk to the front door had large, electric fences at both sides, not allowing inmates to climb and attack visitors. Very clever. Slowly, he entered the main building. The moment he opened the door, he could only hear mass mumbling. He could see inmates in there cells, watching him, mumbling things so quiet Zaiaku could not possibly hear. Though, he did manage to hear his name a couple of times. "He gon' be his new food..." One said allowed. "Not if I fucking eat him first..." Zaiaku mumbled in response, find the elevator and stepping inside.

Casual music played as several 'dings' went by as Zaiaku finally reached the top floor. The top floor being, of course, the Warden's office. Exiting the elevator, Zaiaku walked down the nicely furnished hall, his eyes lingering on the painting of the past Wardens. He now arrived at the large, nicely done door. He pushed it open and entered, finding the Warden at his desk, writing. He looked up. "Ah, Zaiaku, nice to see you again. Why, pray tell, has brought you here?" He asked in a calm, tired voice. "I'm here to take care of your little....'pest' who has been fuckin' around the other half of the prison." He responded, the Warden slowly standing. "Are you sure you can handle it. He is....unstable." "Trust me, I'm worse." Zaiaku said as he turned around and headed for the elevator. The Warden sighed and sat back down on his desk chair, knowing he wouldn't be able to stop Zaiaku. The giant in question had already gotten to the ground floor and was beginning to enter the....dark side. It smelt of blood and death. Zaiaku did not falter, and walked down the long hallway, making as much noise as he could to attract the psycho. Barred windows provided light in the otherwise pitch black corridor. Enough light that see saw him. He was at the other end of he hall with a bloody dagger and mouth showered in crimson, while his eyes were feral. Without a word, the beast charged at him and jumped, knife aimed for Zaiaku's skull. However, somethings weren't as simple as some think. In a instant, Zaiaku's hand shot out and grabbed the psycho's face, throwing him to the ground before snatching his dagger and driving it into his head. It was over even before it started. Numerous minutes of dragging later, Zaiaku was at the Warden's office once again, but this time, with a dead Roz. "You stained my rug." Was all that the Warden could say.

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